When Autumn Hikilan woke up again, it was already late in the evening.

By the side of the couch lay two similar-looking children, their little faces still streaked with tears, precisely Jiang Jingkun and Jiang Jinglang.

They were covered with thick blankets to prevent them from freezing to, not far from the table, the one who was supporting the spirit was Jiang Yafrost.

The two melon-style blue-gauze palace lamps were not enough to illuminate the spacious inner room, and ...